The night closed in on the city below, the encroaching darkness brought no comfort for the young man whose mind was so troubled.
John had gone to bed early, at the insistence of his new 'family'. Magneto suggested that he might be feeling a bit under the weather because of the week's past events catching up with him, and set John to rest.
Physically, John felt okay; but he had a massive headache from all the worries and fear he had. However, he did as he was told and went to his room. He lay down on the bed as evening faded into night, endlessly pondering his situation.
'Okay, the only door out of here is locked up tight so I can't run, Magneto still has my lighter so I can't fight, and it's two against one. Man am I screwed!' he thought in despair.
He looked out the window, night had swallowed the city. It was getting late, every minute that passed brought him closer to his death. He went to his desk and picked up the telephone, fully prepared to crawl on his belly back to Xavier's.
Half way through dialing Bobby's room number, he paused. He thought he heard something outside of his room.
He hung up the phone and listened closely.
There it was again, voices!
He quickly replaced the receiver in its cradle and jumped onto the bed, just in case Mystique decided to check in on him.
John closed his eyes and evened his breathing, hopeing everything would look innocent.
He waited.
No one came to his door.
He waited some more.
Nothing.
John listened closer to the voices. They seemed farther away than they had been moments earlier. That had to mean that Magneto and Mystique were moving around the apartment.
John walked over to his bedroom door and opened it a crack. No one was in the hallway, as the voices became clearer, John realized that they were downstairs.
'Probably planning to kill me again,' he thought as he moved in the shadows.
If they were speaking about it, he could only benefit if he listened, at least this way he'd know what to expect and hopefully have a plan of action at the ready.
John stayed in the shadows close to the top of the staircase that led to his floor of the penthouse as he listened. The dynamic duos' voices were perfectly clear now, and he had a bird's eye view of them in the center room below.
"Aside from the jet lag, I have no complaints." Mystique remarked offhandedly as she looked through a briefcase on the couch.
Magneto smiled a little, "You're only going to Boston, it's not that far. Besides, it couldn't be for a more worthy cause."
"Too true; what will you do with John?" she asked as she stood to face him.
"I haven't decided yet. But rest assured, he will be dealt with tomorrow, before you return."
Mystique moved closer to Magneto and kissed him tenderly on the lips, "That's a relief. Don't get into too much trouble while I'm gone."
Mystique's voice changed from her own into a man's as she stepped back to transform before him, not bothering to stop the conversation. He/she stepped back and spread his/her arms, indicating the sharp black suit Mystique had created from her flesh.
"Well, how do I look?"
Magneto cocked his head to the side in careful consideration of his words. "Very handsome, Senator."
Mystique smiled, "I have to catch my plane. Goodbye Eric, have fun."
Magneto chuckled, "I wouldn't call it fun, but thank you anyway. Have a good time, be careful. I'll see you when you get back."
After a hug, Mystique departed, while Magneto went back upstairs to his room.
One the other side of the apartment, still crouching in his shadowy hiding place, John shuddered. 'I'm doomed.'
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He remained in the hallway for nearly an hour, thinking about his fate. He realized that it wouldn't help if he called the X-men, he couldn't tell them where he was because he didn't know the address of the building.
The Professor could use the Cerebro to find him, but the X-men might think it was a trap. John didn't want anyone hurt, not the X-men, not Magneto and especially not himself, who could be caught in the crossfire.
There was nothing he could do. He was helpless, the situation was hopeless.
He got up and walked back to his room. Disconnectedly, he climbed into bed.
'Tomorrow. Magneto wants to 'deal' with me tomorrow.' He thought angrily, 'Well. Maybe he'll get a nasty surprise and I'll be the one to deal with him!'
John had gone to bed early, at the insistence of his new 'family'. Magneto suggested that he might be feeling a bit under the weather because of the week's past events catching up with him, and set John to rest.
Physically, John felt okay; but he had a massive headache from all the worries and fear he had. However, he did as he was told and went to his room. He lay down on the bed as evening faded into night, endlessly pondering his situation.
'Okay, the only door out of here is locked up tight so I can't run, Magneto still has my lighter so I can't fight, and it's two against one. Man am I screwed!' he thought in despair.
He looked out the window, night had swallowed the city. It was getting late, every minute that passed brought him closer to his death. He went to his desk and picked up the telephone, fully prepared to crawl on his belly back to Xavier's.
Half way through dialing Bobby's room number, he paused. He thought he heard something outside of his room.
He hung up the phone and listened closely.
There it was again, voices!
He quickly replaced the receiver in its cradle and jumped onto the bed, just in case Mystique decided to check in on him.
John closed his eyes and evened his breathing, hopeing everything would look innocent.
He waited.
No one came to his door.
He waited some more.
Nothing.
John listened closer to the voices. They seemed farther away than they had been moments earlier. That had to mean that Magneto and Mystique were moving around the apartment.
John walked over to his bedroom door and opened it a crack. No one was in the hallway, as the voices became clearer, John realized that they were downstairs.
'Probably planning to kill me again,' he thought as he moved in the shadows.
If they were speaking about it, he could only benefit if he listened, at least this way he'd know what to expect and hopefully have a plan of action at the ready.
John stayed in the shadows close to the top of the staircase that led to his floor of the penthouse as he listened. The dynamic duos' voices were perfectly clear now, and he had a bird's eye view of them in the center room below.
"Aside from the jet lag, I have no complaints." Mystique remarked offhandedly as she looked through a briefcase on the couch.
Magneto smiled a little, "You're only going to Boston, it's not that far. Besides, it couldn't be for a more worthy cause."
"Too true; what will you do with John?" she asked as she stood to face him.
"I haven't decided yet. But rest assured, he will be dealt with tomorrow, before you return."
Mystique moved closer to Magneto and kissed him tenderly on the lips, "That's a relief. Don't get into too much trouble while I'm gone."
Mystique's voice changed from her own into a man's as she stepped back to transform before him, not bothering to stop the conversation. He/she stepped back and spread his/her arms, indicating the sharp black suit Mystique had created from her flesh.
"Well, how do I look?"
Magneto cocked his head to the side in careful consideration of his words. "Very handsome, Senator."
Mystique smiled, "I have to catch my plane. Goodbye Eric, have fun."
Magneto chuckled, "I wouldn't call it fun, but thank you anyway. Have a good time, be careful. I'll see you when you get back."
After a hug, Mystique departed, while Magneto went back upstairs to his room.
One the other side of the apartment, still crouching in his shadowy hiding place, John shuddered. 'I'm doomed.'
*^*^*^*^*^*^*
He remained in the hallway for nearly an hour, thinking about his fate. He realized that it wouldn't help if he called the X-men, he couldn't tell them where he was because he didn't know the address of the building.
The Professor could use the Cerebro to find him, but the X-men might think it was a trap. John didn't want anyone hurt, not the X-men, not Magneto and especially not himself, who could be caught in the crossfire.
There was nothing he could do. He was helpless, the situation was hopeless.
He got up and walked back to his room. Disconnectedly, he climbed into bed.
'Tomorrow. Magneto wants to 'deal' with me tomorrow.' He thought angrily, 'Well. Maybe he'll get a nasty surprise and I'll be the one to deal with him!'